Текст песни Ricochet - новый хомут

except that I am an anarchist
that he could not take a step without turning back
afraid to find behind
empty condemning glance
In order to bet on,
who stumbles first to donate them?
Is what we sacrifice the self
It gives us the right to sacrifice someone else's someone else?
when the truth as a gag - friendship as a test, and you are led.
Am I tore the chain to put a new collar?
You can rotate your head for a long time
to smell, the stench from pret
breaking eyes, looking at his feet
that long ago that we hold in our hands
and if tomorrow you ruhnesh there
where shy stand
friends and smiles suddenly turned into a grin
you do not stretch your hands those who are pushing you yourself.
therefore, each of us lost